I do not own Harry Potter, if I did it would have been much darker

Hello guys Badger here. This first chapter was delayed massively. My second Uni semester started, to I wanted to focus on that for a few days, before I started working on fanfiction again. As I'm sure you understand, Uni is important.

Anyway, this is a dark Harry fanfic. It's not the first one I've done. I had a story called Osiris Rising, but I got rid of it, as I wasn't happy with it like I once was, so I chose to get rid of it and come up with another story idea instead. And I think you'll like what I have in store for you today. It's not something I've seen before in a fanfic, so let me know if someone has done something like this. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Burning Up From The Inside

Harry panted slightly, as his back pressed against the sharp, stone stairs. A small trickle of blood ran down his cheek, as Professor Quirrell crumbled into dust, taking Voldemort with him, leaving behind nothing besides his clothes and a thick coat of black dust scattered across the room. Harry's bones felt stiff, as he slowly got to his feet, he was almost certain he had at least one broken rib as pain ran through his entire body. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint crackling from the fires across the room that were starting to slowly die down. Harry looked at the crumbled form of Quirrell for a moment, before turning away. His eyes immediatley landed on the crimson glow of the Philosopher's Stone laying on the stone stairs. With a gentle arm across his body to try and numb the pain he was feeling in his ribs, Harry walked over to the stone, ignoring how weak his knees felt, before picking it up. Harry smiled, at the tingling feeling as he held the stone in his hand.

Cruel whispers filled the air, as there was a chilly breeze running across the room, making the fires go out. Harry turned around, to see the black dust that was once Quirrell's body evaporating into black smoke, that twisted and morphed itself into an ominous shape, the same height as himself. Harry grew pale, as he felt his heart began to race, as he saw an evil face appear in the smoke. The face of Voldemort. The figure let out a blood curdling scream as it flew towards Harry, where it entered his body. Harry screamed in agonising pain, as he felt his blood boil and felt like a cold hand was squeezing his heart. Harry fell to his knees, his vision going blurry as his scar split open and began bleeding rapidly, oozing out a thick black goo, which evaporated into an ominous green mist. The excruciating pain caused Harry to fall onto his back, black clouds filling his vision. In the midst of the smoke, a pair of glowing red eyes with slit pupils that were as black as night appeared in the darkness, where Harry then heard a chilling voice ring in his ears.

"Your soul is mine Harry Potter!"

And in that moment, everything went dark.

…

When Harry opened his eyes once more, he felt nauseous as he found that he was floating in a strange abyss, where everything around him seemed to move and shift in weird patterns, as he slowly spun on the top. He couldn't tell what was up or down, left or right and everything just seemed to go on forever. The uncomfortable silence was broken when voices echoed across the abyss, making Harry cover his ears at the sudden attack on his senses.

"I can talk to snakes too…tell me, is that normal for a child like me?"

"I read something about a rather odd bit of rare magic…it is called, as I understand it…a Horcrux"

"I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me, I can make them hurt, if I want"

"There is no good and evil…there is only power and those too weak to seek it"

Harry wasn't sure where these voices were, or who was talking, as the intense assault on his ears made it difficult to concentrate. He could feel the tightening around his heart again, but also, this time, he could also feel a tightening around his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe. With the tightening getting worse, Harry suddenly stopped spinning, as ominous black clouds, once more, surrounded him. When Harry was completely enveloped, a maniacal laugh echoed in the darkness, before Harry heard another voice.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A bright green light assaulted Harry's vision and he knew no more, as darkness took over.

…

Harry felt really light. He wasn't sure if he was awake, or if he was asleep. Everything felt numb as he seemed to float in darkness. An eternity seemed to pass, before Harry was able to open his eyes, where he found that he was in a strange room. A room he wasn't familiar with. Looking out the window, he saw that he was in a creepy looking building, in the middle of nowhere, trees surrounding the outer walls, leading to who knows where. The sound of glass smashing made Harry jump as he turned. Behind him he saw to children, a broken picture frame on the floor between them. Harry's gaze however, was on the pale boy with jet black hair. He looked a lot like Harry. So alike, it creeped out the young wizard. Neither of them seemed to notice Harry.

"TOM, NO!" The other boy cried, as he went after the broken picture frame

The pale boy, Tom, grabbed him, before he could get the picture, and threw him to the ground. The boy ended up hitting his head on the metal leg of the bed, causing it to bleed. Tears fell down the boys cheeks, as he looked to Tom, who slowly crouched down picking up a picture from under the broken glass, where he then took a sharp shard of glass in the other hand. The picture was of the second boy, smiling, as he stood with a young woman. Harry tried to move forward, to stop Tom, but he couldn't move.

"You don't deserve this" Tom said in a cold voice, pressing the tip of the shard against the picture, nearly piercing through the paper

"Tom, please don't!" The other boy cried "Please, it's the only picture I have of my mother…please don't!"

"YOU'RE A FREAK!" Tom yelled "Freaks don't deserve to have loving parents!"

Before the other boy could do anything, Tom pierced the shard of glass through the picture and cut it up into multiple pieces, the second boy crying as each slash of the glass shard was followed by the sound of ripping paper. When the picture was cut up, Tom took the separate pieces and threw them at the second boy, smiling cruelly as the boy cried, the scraps of paper scattering around them. Harry was horrified at what he saw, but before he could try and do anything, Harry felt like he was knocked off of his feet as everything around him zoomed past him, the scenery around him changing from a dark bedroom, to a cosy living area. A middle aged man sat alone in a chair, looking through a newspaper, the crackling of the fire filling the air. All was quiet. All was peaceful. All was well.

That was, until there was an explosion blowing the front door off of its hinges. The man immediatley took cover behind his seat, terrified at what just happened. Harry watched as the boy, Tom, looking much older stepping through the doorway, a wand in his hand, green smoke smouldering out from the tip. Harry was confused, as the man peaked out from his cover, before his eyes narrowed into a sneer, as he stood up.

"I see, it's you!" He snarled

"Recognise me father?" Tom asked, in a mocking tone

"How can I not?" The man sneered "I can see her, the hag you called a mother, when I look at you…and I see that you chose to become a freak like her"

"I am not the freak, father" Tom spat, as if the word disgusted him greatly "You are…you're nothing but Muggle filth that deserves to die, with all the rest of them…now KNEEL!"

"I will do no such thing boy!" The man snarled, making a move towards the phone "I am going to call the police, where I will make sure that you are given the death sentence…and I will request a front row seat…I hope they hang you!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Tom yelled, before the man could move anymore

A jet of green light escaped his wand, hitting the man in his chest, where his heart was located. This caused the mans body to go limp, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he crumpled to the ground dead, with a dull thud. Tom walked elegantly to the mans body, a cold look on his face. Standing over the mans corpse, Tom looked at him for a moment, before spitting on his body. Harry was scared at the spectacle he just watched, before the scene changed once more, everything zooming past him at a million miles an hour, making Harry's head spin. After several moments, everything stilled once more. Harry stumbled slightly, at the sudden halt, before he looked up. In front of him was a man, who Harry guessed to be Tom, in a black cloak standing in front of a woman with red hair. A woman he had seen before…in the mirror.

"Mum?" Harry whispered

"Don't kill Harry" His mom cried "Take me instead, but spare Harry, please!"

"Your pleas fall on deaf ears, Mudblood!" Tom sneered, gripping his wand "I was considering sparing you for dear old Severus, but I change my mind…might teach that snivelling fool a lesson…Avada Kedavra!"

Harry watched, unable to do anything, as the same jet of green light impacted his mum in the chest, causing her to fall to the ground dead.

"MUM!" Harry yelled out, before everything faded into darkness.

…

Harry shot up, awake, panting heavily. Sweat fell down his brow. He wasn't entirely sure what just happened, but he hoped what he just witnessed were bad dreams. However, something was telling him that wasn't the case. After taking a moment to calm down, Harry looked around to see he wasn't in the same room he was in earlier. He was in the Hogwarts Infirmary. He was the only one there. His right arm was bandaged, and he could feel stitches on his body. His bed was surrounded by flowers and sweets, which made Harry smile slightly.

Leaning against the headrest of his bed, he sat up properly, where he felt a small pounding feeling in his head. He placed a hand to his forehead, to try and numb the pain, where he heard whispers in the air.

"Kill…Kill them all!"

"Worthless filth!"

"You are mine!"

Blinking a couple of times, once the pain subsided slightly, Harry looked around to see where the voices could be coming from. There was only one other person in the room, standing beside the door to the infirmary. Dumbledore, and Harry doubted that the Headmaster was the one who was saying those things. Dumbledore smiled softly, seeing that Harry was now awake. The boy was in a very bad state when he found him. He was incredibly pale and was freezing cold, as he lay unconscious beside the remains of Professor Quirrell. Dumbledore wasn't entirely sure what had happened, however as soon as he saw that Harry's scar had split open and was bleeding profusely, he immediatley picked the boy up and raced towards the infirmary. Whilst Harry was being cared for by Pomfrey, he took a moment to go back and investigate. The Philosophers Stone was still there, laying on the cold stone, so it seems that Harry was able to prevent Quirrell getting it for Voldemort. Dumbledore had sent it back to Flamel, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do with it. The only question was, where did Voldemort go?

"I'm glad to see you are awake Harry" Dumbledore said, in a gentle voice "Your friends have been worried for the past few days…how are you doing?"

"I'm…I'm fine…" Harry replied, before he panicked, when a thought came to him "But…the Philosopher's Stone…is it…"

"It's okay my boy" Dumbledore reassured "The Stone is safe…it's been sent back to the original owner…whatever happens to it now, is his decision to make, now maybe you can tell me exactly what happened down there"

"Well, Quirrell was there" Harry replied "He wanted the Stone…he was, possessed or something, by Voldemort…I…he attacked me for the Stone but when I touched him he…he turned to dust…why did that happen?"

"I believe your mother is responsible for that" Dumbledore explained, after a moments thought "There is no way of knowing as of yet, however, I believe your mother used some kind of old magic the day she sacrificed herself…her love runs through your blood, this placed some kind of protection that caused Quirrell to burn when you touched him…did anything happen afterwards?"

Everything was fuzzy, when Harry tried remembering what happened after Quirrell crumbled to dust. He remembered picking up the Stone, and a large amount of pain, but besides from that, everything was a mere blur. However, he could still hear harsh whispers in the air, cursing Dumbledore and calling him all kinds of cruel names. Dumbledore didn't seem to hear the whispers, as he didn't seem to react to them, making Harry wonder why only he could hear them.

"I…don't remember" Harry said eventually "I just remember that my scar started hurting really badly…I think I passed out, because I started having some strange dreams"

"They were only just dreams Harry" Dumbledore smiled, tilting his head "What were they about?"

"I don't really know" Harry replied "Something about…a boy…called Tom…they felt extremely real"

"Tom?" Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise "Did he say his last name?"

"No…I don't think so" Harry said, unsure

"Okay" Dumbledore nodded slightly, slightly fearful inside, wondering if Harry was talking about the Tom the Headmaster thought Harry was talking about "I'm sure they were just dreams…Pomfrey informed me that, should you wake up, you should remain inside the Infirmary until she has examined you and allowed for you to leave, hopefully you'll be out of the infirmary in time for the feast…for now, rest a little longer…you've been through quite a bit"

Harry nodded, as he watched Dumbledore leave. Leaning back on his bed, as he waited for Pomfrey, he thought about everything that had happened. Everything felt fuzzy when he tried to think about it. Harry wasn't sure why, but he felt like those dreams he had, weren't dreams.

Maybe they were something else.

…

Harry didn't have to wait for long, as he soon found himself leaving the infirmary, after Pomfrey gave him a pain relief potion. He was able to make it to the Great Hall before the feast began. Ron and Hermione immediatley noticed his arrival and sat him down, happy to see he was awake and seemed fine.

"I'm just glad you're back Harry" Hermione said, as they ate "When I saw Dumbledore carrying you, I was so worried…what happened?"

"It's all quite a blur Hermione" Harry replied "I'm still trying to remember everything myself"

Hermione nodded, though she didn't seem happy with Harry's answer. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly, as he went back to his meal, where he then heard voices again.

"Filthy Mudblood…useless…worthless…filth…"

Harry shook his head, as he heard the voices hissing in his ears. He looked around, but everyone else was talking amongst themselves, eating their meals. None of them seemed to notice, or even hear, the voices. Harry was starting to wonder if he was starting to go insane.

…

It was later that day when the Hogwarts Express pulled up at the station. Harry was beaming, as Gryffindor had won the House Cup. However, he was still quite concerned. Every now and then, he would hear a cold voice hissing in his ears. He wasn't sure what they were, or where they were coming from, but he ignored it for the time being. After leaving the platform, Harry said goodbye to his friends and looked for his relatives. It wasn't hard to find them. Harry could see his walrus uncle and pig cousin from a mile away.

"It's about time you got here boy!" Vernon growled "We were about to leave without you…now come on you've wasted enough of our time already!"

Harry sighed as he followed his family to the car, trying not t draw any attention to himself. Vernon snatched his things and threw them in the boot of the car, not caring if anything got broken, before dragging Harry into the backseat, by the collar of his shirt. Harry felt angry, but said nothing, as Vernon started driving, ranting on and on about magic, calling Harry and every other magical person all kinds of slurs and distasteful words, making Harry's temper rise. But still, Harry kept quiet, as he knew that if he spoke up, his uncle would punish him and Harry knew, from experience, such punishments resulted in broken bones and loss of blood.

The journey home, for Harry, felt much longer then it should have been, though that must have been because of his relatives making the journey a living hell for him. After pulling up into their drive, Vernon dragged Harry out, as well as his belongings and, as soon as they entered the house, threw Harry into his cupboard under the stairs, where Harry heard something crack from the impact as he hit the cupboard wall. Vernon didn't care, however, he merely snarled, as he locked the door.

"My boss is coming round tonight, for dinner" He said "If everything goes well, I could get promoted, but I don't want him to see you and your freakishness…so, do not make a single sound…if anything happens and I lose this promotion, Petunia will have to scrub the blood out of the carpet!"

Harry felt like crying, as Vernon walked off, not before slamming on the door once more. Harry brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face, trying not to make a sound, as he didn't want to anger Vernon. As he cried, he heard the voice again, but this time, it sounded soothing.

"It's alright…I'm here…Those Muggles are nothing but filth…sleep…it will all be alright soon enough"

Harry was about to ask who was speaking to him, however his eyelids felt heavy and he felt a strange feeling in his chest. He tried to stay awake, but his attempts were pointless, as he drifted into a peaceful slumber.

…

Harry wasn't sure how long he was asleep for, when he opened his eyes. It felt like days. His body was stiff, as he tried sitting up properly. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Usually Dudley would be making some kind of noise in his room, whilst Vernon and Petunia went about their day. Trying the door to his cupboard, Harry found that it was unlocked. Slowly, Harry made his way out, the bones in his body clicking from how stiff he felt. He looked around to see the house was empty. No one was around. He found a note laying on the table and picked it up.

Boy,

I must say, I'm glad you've stayed in your room for the past three days. It was nice not seeing your freakish face for all that time. Dudley, Petunia and I have gone on holiday to France. We will be back in three weeks.

Whilst we are gone, we expect you to continue your chores as normal, and DO NOT EAT OUR FOOD. You can have bread and water whilst we're gone. We took note of food we have, so we'll know if you've eaten anything else. If you have, then you will be punished.

Harry crumpled up the letter and threw it away. This wasn't the first time his relatives have left him at the house for long amounts of time, but this time, he felt strangely enraged over it. At that moment, Harry felt the strange feeling in his chest again. It was faint, but it quickly grew. Harry screamed in pain, as he fell to his knees. He felt like his entire body was on fire, burning up from the inside. His vision was assaulted by bright flashes of light. He closed his eyes, as a voice echoed in his mind.

"The Dark Lord…REBORN!"

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't Harry Potter. Not anymore. His skin went pale and his green eyes were now a glowing crimson red. He smiled darkly, as he looked at his hands, seemingly happy with what happened.

"I told you Harry Potter" He said, his voice cold as ice "You are mine!"

…

And that is Chapter One done.

Do you guys understand the premise of this story? If not, let me explain:

When Voldemort's spirit passed through Harry, Harry ended up absorbing his spirit and slowly but surely that spirit started taking over his body. If there are any DC fans, think of the Batman Who Laughs, a version of Batman who, through means I can't remember, ended up becoming twisted like the Joker after killing him. This is a similar thing. He may look like Harry Potter, but he is in fact Voldemort who has taken over his body, snuffing out the light that was the Boy-Who-Lived.

Now, it's unlikely that he will keep calling himself Voldemort. He may end up choosing a new name for himself. If any of you have any ideas as to what he should call himself let me know. I may end up choosing one.

That is all for now, I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next time.

Badger Out